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Papa let the train roll by
Now it's Johnny at the window in his bedroom shoes
Train whistle's blowing soft papa blues
Johnny shut your window
Johnny
to that heaven)
As the tanks roll by
(We can get to that heaven)
Under a blood black sky
(Lunatic in my bedroom)
I’m thinking, where in the blazes
Did
hearin´s
Sweet to my ear
This is tomorrow´s callin´
Wishin` you were here
Layin´ in my hotel bedroom
Feelin´ ceilin´ blues
This is tomorrow's callin'
Wishin` you were here
Layin' in my hotel bedroom
Feelin' ceilin' blues
Wall to wall a TV's twitchin'
Clearly not a muse
in the bedroom by lovers to describe parts of the body,
And physical activities,
They are very proper indeed, and they distinctly enhance sex.
Overhaul
in the bedroom by lovers to describe parts of the body,
And physical activities,
They are very proper indeed, and they distinctly enhance sex.
Overhaul
in the bedroom by lovers to describe parts of the body,
And physical activities,
They are very proper indeed, and they distinctly enhance sex.
Overhaul
you and Jackie Geronimo met in the Prelude Park at midnight
Now when it came to bells and whistles, Jackie did not lack
And when she kissed you
you and Jackie Geronimo met
In the Prelude Park at midnight
Now when it came to bells and whistles, Jackie did not lack
And when she kissed you
clothes're hangin' on your back and they're all wornout
And there's patches on the patches on your knees
The night wind whistles through the cracks and holes
me ?cause I feel like I'm dreaming
I can't get enough of that girl
I can't get enough of that girl

In the bedroom, on the table
Whenever, wherever I'm
remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say